Amaranthine Odes | ONC 2022

~•Epilogue•~

"Can't you wait? I told you to hold on! You weren't created to be dead."

"Mahodhya! Did I survive the test of Kaal, or am I- What happened to those children and-"

His eyes fastened as his vague memories rioted to remember.

Why am I not remembering the names?

He shrunk his brows and let his vague traverse the creases between them.

"And?"

"Tushant and his sister! The one who began it all."

"She began it all? Haahaa-"

"No, I didn't mean to."

"Wait!"

His healing lips quivered upon the sudden order shedding some flakes to smoke the clouds.

"There is something here. Aatman. Did you forget her name?" The silver-haired golden man curled his long tufted beard on his thumb.

He kneaded his palms as he nodded.

"I know I'm an idiot! I-"

Tup tup!

"Mahodhya, I have failed you-"

Tup!

The heavy taps made him seal his clouding words.

"Oh, my blabbering pigeon. Just answer me before you arrive at your judgment. Do you remember the events?"

"Yes, I do."

"The details?"

"In every depth of my breath, yes!"

"But the names?"

He rolled his hazy eyes and stood silent.

"Hari Hara! You achieved it?"

His sudden revelation stupefied his being. His pieces rioted with every dust that poked them.

"Aatman, I knew you would find a solution, this is greatly unexpected!"

The wrinkled creases on his golden forehead were smoothened as a glorious smile arched his toned silvery mustache.

"Is it good or?"

"Haahaa haahaa. Oh, my innocent pigeon. Tell me this. What are we all?"

His fingers relaxed off his beard to hold his kamandala hanging on his waist.

"A part of the supremacy."

"Right. When do we get a name?"

His right brow throbbed as the man in front of him demanded him.

"When the spark of immortality is within a form."

"Very rightly said. Now tell me, why couldn't you recollect her name?"

He shook the kamandala. The feeble sound of waves that echoed inside earned his joyous grin.

"Because the soul is yet to... Mahodhya, does that mean the Kaal is reversed?"

"Isn't it for good, Aatman?"

A pearly smile adorned his wrinkled and surprised face. He poured out some water and smelled their drips. A radiant shine sparkled in his aging eyes.

"Now, give me your hand."

He poured the water that landed dark on his palm. A hefty pain heavied his heart with every crystal dew that turned dark. With a struggling sigh, he bent down to sip it.